this sky is beautiful
changing turning
blue and gray and white
i will never see it again
i will miss it
like the way that
i miss him
my best friend
minute hour day night
over over over
a different set of trees
a change in scenery
a frenchman says that
father knows
the thought of bad boys
i choose neither
to accept or deny
but he is a nice frenchman
much older than i 
knowing more about 
this world
i will take it into 
consideration
and set final thoughts tomorrow